Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Television to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.